A/N: Thanks a lot for reviewing, and I hope you like this one!

Warning: This shipping/story may be considered gross or emotional disturbing. I completely agree. Read at your own risk.
I also don't intend to offend anyone, I only want to entertain.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or Bulbapedia.

IN LOVE

HeadbashShipping (BrockxWhitney)

Characters according to Bulbapedia

Whitney (Japanese: アカネ Akane) is the Gym Leader of Goldenrod City's Gym, known officially as the Goldenrod Gym. She hands out the Plain Badge to Trainers who defeat her. She is a young woman who uses Normal-type Pokémon.

Brock (Japanese: タケシ Takeshi) is the Gym Leader of Pewter City's Gym, known officially as the Pewter Gym. He hands out the Boulder Badge to Trainers who defeat him in battle. He specializes in training Rock-type Pokémon.

Story according to me plus interruptions by the characters

Outside in the rain stood a young, tall, muscular man, squeezing his already squinty eyes, and he appeared to be waiting. Rain dripped from his spiky dark brown hair on his tanned skin, and his clothes got drenched, showing his toned body.

"That's me, that's me, that's obviously me."

"I didn't know you had muscles."

"Wanna see?"

"Er… no thanks."

He gulped, but couldn't hold back the tears that now were streaming freely down his face, mixing with the rain.

"Okay, forget it, that's not me."

"Oh, but Brock, I thought you were a real sensitive man."

"If you want me to be one, Whitney, dear, I'll be one."

"Er."

"Whitney, oh Whitney, why did you have to leave?" he sobbed, trying to wipe away his tears, to no avail.

"Hey, I'm right here, are you blind or something?"

"In the story you aren't, Whitney. And for your information, I do not sob."

Brock – that was his name, you see – slumped down on the muddy ground, pulling his knees up to his chest and cried even harder, heartbroken.

"Aw Brock, I didn't want to break your heart."

"You didn't. Not recently, at least."

"But-"

"That's in the story, Whitney."

"O yeah."

"I want to die too, Whitney, sweetheart, I can't live without you," he moaned, "Please, my little pumpkin, don't leave me, not again, I don't want to live without you."

It was truly heartbreaking to listen to.

"My little pumpkin? Are you comparing me to a vegetable?"

"… I think you're missing the point."

"Hmm?"

"You're dead."

"…"

"…"

"…At least I'm not crying on the ground."

"Hmpf."

Then suddenly, a bright white light appeared.

"Like poof?"

"Like poof."

Brock stood up, his eyes red and swollen, and exclaimed, "Whitney! My love, I'm coming for you!"

An unearthly beautiful woman stepped out of the white light, pink long locks floating around her pretty oval face and dark pink eyes shining at the muddy young man.

"Oh, I'm beautiful!"

"Yes, you are. Wanna get a drink after this?"

"… No."

"Brock," she started in her melodious voice, "you know you have to stay here. And you know why."

"Yes," he whispered, "I know, but… I miss you so much."

"Ow sweetie," she said, tears appearing in her eyes, "I miss you too."

"Oh, I'm almost crying, this is so sad. Why can't they be together?"

"Because she dead… and it's just a story, Whitney."

"Sniff… I know, but it's so saaaad."

Whitney floated over to Brock, and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips.

"Aren't you supposed to do that now?"

"O haha, not going to happen. After all, I can't float."

"You can walk, I don't mind."

"No, thanks."

"You take good care of them," she whispered.

"Always," he replied, fresh tears forming in his eyes.

Whitney and the light slowly faded away into nothingness, but Brock kept staring at the place she had been, thinking that if he kept staring, she would return. When she didn't, he turned away, falling back onto the ground.

"Did she leave… forever?"

"Sniff… Yes."

"I thought you said this was just a story?"

"I did, but I'm a sensitive man, you know."

"Sure you are, Brock, sure."

"Daddy?" suddenly a high voice spoke, and Brock stood up quickly and looked at the girl. She was a spitting image of her mother, only with a darker skin.

"The doctors are looking for you, Daddy," she said, a bit confused.

"I'm coming, sweetie," he answered.

When they walked inside, the voice of the girl could be heard, saying, "What's the name of my little sister, Daddy?"

And after a moment of silence, Brock spoke, "Whitney."

The end.

Story according to the characters

Whitney: "Well, that wasn't that bad. I think Falkner was exaggerating a bit."

Brock: "He was paired with his Pokémon, imagine his story."

Whitney: "…"

Brock: "…"

Whitney: "Back to our story, what do you think about it?"

Brock: "Not too bad, but it gave me a bit a wrong impression of the main character, Brock. I don't think he's such a crybaby."

Whitney: "How do you mean, Brock the main character? It's obvious Whitney's the main character, I mean, Brock's life obviously revolts around her."

Brock: "That doesn't mean she's the main character."

Whitney: "It does."

Brock: "If you say so."

Whitney: "What do you mean with that, eh?"

Brock: "Nothing, nothing, but Whitney…?"

Whitney: "Hmm."

Brock: "You do realize we have two kids, eh?"

Whitney: "Yessss."

Brock: "That means we have had sex. At least two times."

Whitney: "…"

Brock: "Whad'ya think 'bout it?"

Whitney: "I'm leaving. Now."

Brock: "Ah man, even with evidence like this she rejects me."

Brock: "Erm… I'll leave now, 'kay?"

Brock: "'Kay?"

Brock: "'Kay, I'm leaving now, and there's nothing you can do about it, stupid storyteller. Take that, ha!"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed my randomness – I did, anyway. Brock is such a funny character to mess around with xD For those interested, Headbash comes from their first (and only) encounter in the anime. Whitney kisses Pikachu because of its 'boo-boo' so Brock, as always smart and creative, bangs his head against the wall, claiming he needs a get-well kiss too. Of course Misty drags Brock away, so no kissy for Brocky.
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